Dance!

I suppose I could dance. After all, what's so hard about it? My eyes quickly look around the crowded dance floor, just so I could see how the other women dance. I have a pretty darn good photographic memory, so I believe that this shouldn't be so much of a problem...

I begin by moving my hips to the music and raising my arms as the dance floor becomes more and more crowded around me. I must have really gotten into the music, as after a while I closed my eyes and let the noise envelop me. The tremble and bass pounded my hearing and before I knew it, everything felt non-existent.

It was almost relaxing.

I snapped out of it as I could feel a hand sliding up my right leg. Obviously I couldn't see who it was, as I'm faced away. This kind of stuff must be normal in a dance floor, so I go along with it. I'm still moving my hips and my 'partner' began moving his own tightly against mine. I knew that it must be a male, seeing how I'm beginning to feel a bulge poking between my plump cheeks.

Unsure if it was anxiety or maybe even excitement, but I stayed here, continuing imitating what others were doing. He obviously wasn't copying anybody else, seeing how his hands now snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I gasped, however, when I felt his hand moving to the waistline of my jeans.